New Freeform to Accompany New Poet
- Literary
- Chris Franson
- make witty remark
New Freeform to Accompany New Poet
Well, now I've got two poets in the section: myself and someone who would like to remain anonymous. I personally think she's very good, but hey. This is "Oxygen".
A setting sun,
A sparkling horizon-
I run to it,
Needing to escape.
City walls trap and suffocate-
They aim to kill,
Aim to defeat,
Aim to make me bleed.
A winged creature roams the sky-
Pale blue,
Clear,
Inviting.
�Join me in my liberty!�
And what of that winter day that calls upon you?
Falling snow,
Sparkling fields-
I reach for it,
Needing a home.
Life�s edges are harsh,
Rough.
Who is untouched?
Unscathed?
Unpenetrated?
Why conduct a symphony when I only want to dance?
A row of painted skeletons takes over the land,
Consuming,
Engulfing.
Eyes, ears, and hearts are drowned.
I sink beneath the surface
And I can find no air.
~Anonymous
Well, now I've got two poets in the section: myself and someone who would like to remain anonymous. I personally think she's very good, but hey. This is "Oxygen".
A setting sun,
A sparkling horizon-
I run to it,
Needing to escape.
City walls trap and suffocate-
They aim to kill,
Aim to defeat,
Aim to make me bleed.
A winged creature roams the sky-
Pale blue,
Clear,
Inviting.
�Join me in my liberty!�
And what of that winter day that calls upon you?
Falling snow,
Sparkling fields-
I reach for it,
Needing a home.
Life�s edges are harsh,
Rough.
Who is untouched?
Unscathed?
Unpenetrated?
Why conduct a symphony when I only want to dance?
A row of painted skeletons takes over the land,
Consuming,
Engulfing.
Eyes, ears, and hearts are drowned.
I sink beneath the surface
And I can find no air.
~Anonymous